Insignias
I do not know how to get the translation. Well - as will, so be it.
Insignias
August 14, 1934. Crete. Evening.
- Ivan! Zdaval, Russian Ivan! - Rang out again a few tinned sips. Only has a little bit further than the last time.
"Well, it's not me, it's Ivan again some," fun thought Goshka. "And I did not bring a deck of cards, so I have nothing to take." Apparently, loudmouths moved by the one the footpath leading to the left, pass by it he made himself with great reluctance. But in the end, it turned out, did everything right.
After waiting a little, he was back on the road leading to the north. Unfortunately, after a hundred paces again had to dive into the forest, the road abruptly turns, and who was there waiting for the turn, it was completely incomprehensible. Was understandable only smell - clearly something there recently burned, wondering what? Crept through the bushes on bent, Goshka peered into the opened view.
After the turning really turned a lot of interesting things. Occupies a central place in the burnt V-6, with deployed in different directions towers. The smell was purely rubber-gasoline - sweetish component in it, fortunately, was not felt. And the gun from right turret was unscrewed, confirming that Providence mercifully turned to the tank crewmans, as there is not always.
The large-caliber "Hotchkiss" was in its rightful place in the left tower, and understandably so - drag this fool on his shoulders nobody voluntarily would not.
Far behind the destroyed tank, found two dead Bobs, cut one machine-gun fire, unfortunately unarmed. Their rifles, or whatever they were, of course cleaned tank crewmans. One of the Bobs, perhaps, and threw the bottle with gasoline, fragments of which now shone merrily aft tank.
Goshka glanced toward where indicates the length of the barrel, "Hotchkiss", and cursed himself for slow wits - bush in front of him was thoroughly punctured. For bush lay fat soldiers in the Greek form, but headless - bullet emitted from a heavy machine gun, took with them not only the brain, but the whole skull. And Teufel with him, but lay beside the new, varnish sling has not wiped, SVR-27, probably inherited the Pindos from the deceased paratrooper.
"Sliver" Goshka happily grabbed - with one revolver to war not many, but as it turned out, was delighted early - spare magazines at Pindos not find, in the store is self-charging were only seven bullets of the provisions of ten, although this wealth can dispose efficiently. What is good "Sliver" because it its reliability - regular Goshka' AF-26, despite its unparalleled firepower, had a nasty habit of occasionally clamping the sleeve member.
Goshka listened - Ivan seekers no longer be heard, and let them somewhere trail will lead them yes, but where to send horseless tankermens?
Of course in the woods, and left marks thoroughly - trampled grass, branches broken off on the bushes. In a free patch of grass lying mouthpiece cigarettes - yes, bend down to see the next one, do not need guys totally do not be frightened, you can get the upper see.
And here apparently resting, lounging on the grass, and the nearest tree with a knife cut the letters: "There was Vasya." Oh, Vasya, Vasya, and if there had been in my place English searchers what would it be?
In thinking about the sad fate of Vasya in a similar case, Goshka almost jumped into the clearing, where the overnight tank crewmans tabor. Brake in time, looked closer.
Present: squatting elderly Unther-officer and two alike as twins grubby kids, all three in tanks helmets. Someone fourth slept, wrapped in a cloak. Kids also tried to light a fire that Goshka categorically not like - wood, first, small, and secondly, rare. Stepping softly, he went to get up to mischief company and stood beside with Unther. Noticed it not immediately, accurately observed, but not understood what they were joined by a stranger. Unter even handed him a half-smoked cigarette before mislaid side, frantically grabbing holster. Kids numb with fear, forgetting leaning against the tree the rifles.
Gosha defiantly put towards a foot the butt of the SVR.
- Lance-corporal Georg Lauer - rapped it. - Second separate airborne battalion.
From under the cloak looked Val'ka Durkin.
- Oh, it's you, Dodger. Long time no see, - he mumbled sleepily and again took refuge with his head.
And then - more than two days had passed, they both stepped with wide as the street, stitched rows of rivets, the wing of TB-2, in a huge, once they have absorbed a void, collapsed towards the fantastic island, as if arising from a child read out the collection of Greek myths . The truth the whole four-hour flight from Gallipoli to Crete they sat almost opposite ends of the fuselage, but what were their reasons.
Although the steady hum of motors evoked a dream, no one, it seemed to Goshka, not sleeping. Apparently affected the thought of the bottomless depths of the sea, waiting under the belly of the airplane, inspired by what he had seen the spring in Vasilyev brothers film "Titanic." Only appears at the bottom side of the island to make people forget about the symbol of the coming destruction of the British Empire, taking the head more pressing matters. Although already hanging for cutting dome thought somehow about three hundred Spartans, perhaps because of the number of parachutists in the battalion.
Tankermens gradually came to himself, ready to start looking.
Unther-officer, Polycarp Petrovich, as it turned out, fought back in the last Patriotic. Only then he is a decent man, went on decent roads, since it indecent "Putilov-Garford" refused to move. In recent years he worked at the machine and tractor station the merchant Serebrov, so that at the call of the newly landed in Automobile-armor part, replacing, however, wheeled vehicle on caterpillar, has much better maneuverability, resulting in and found himself in the forest.
The attack began at noon - Guards Battalion of the 1st Marine Division and the Battalion "cereals", supported by four tanks, moved to the village, without artillery support of course - the promised battery either got lost somewhere, or was in their favor captured other part . British and Greeks, sheltering behind local stone houses, was, did not seem much, but when the tanks came close, he was hit in the forehead with anti-tank guns, and, judging by how quickly flashed machines - two-pound. What happened to another tank is unknown - Vasya, smart boy, golden head, understood immediately and without command squeeze maximum speed, slipped through the village. Almost immediately, on the outskirts of the same forest began, which was leaving the road on her and moved so as to go back under the gun had no meaning. We drove for about an hour before you came upon the Englishmen’s, who was carrying a bottle of gasoline. Flame was shot down, but what's the point - burned carburetor, and "Varka" was already on what unfit.
Kids were not twins, but quite different from the provinces - Vasek by Ryazan and Pet’ka by Tambov, but with six classes at his brother, that is valuable. In tankers they went willingly, because after the service expected to go to the driver. Incidentally, the knot in memory: now the army is more and more people from the Six-Year school, then have to hurry - time to earn a non-commissioned officer's stripes, then on superurgent buck and a sergeant-major. And do need something right now, and that for the machine rather stupidly lost pluck insignia available than will hang new ones. Oh, dear school, you're too late to become an eight-year, yet happy fool that two extra years to steam is not necessary, but now would be a direct road to the volunteer, and there and at the officers.
Chewed his portion of canned cold extremities - no fires! - Is firmly tankers enlightened, Goshka crouched near Valka, threw covers his face edge cape and he immediately opened his eyes.
- What are you doing, Durkin?
- And what?
- Over his shoulder! Tankers would kindle a fire here, and you to sleep as nonnative.
- Yes, and let by kindled - you're in the woods at least one Bob seen? Well, they all scurry along the roads, and then place a secluded, in the hollow.
- Not necessary.
- Oh, your soul is German! All you used to live under the statute.
- And we must put the clock - stuck to his guns Goshka.
- If someone fit, and so hear.
- I somehow came up.
- So what are you - Valka again wrapped in cloak and instantly fell asleep.
Thinking Goshka reluctantly agreed Valka righteousness - too sleepy, and lay there, some time pointlessly staring at the bright southern stars spangled sky.
From Valka they were chums since childhood - together went to the park Countess Apraksina to beat Scouts (with varying success), then the summer chasing a ball on one and then on the other side of the Neva in winter, homemade hockey sticks, ice on the Neva bank. Then he grew up in a fist fight, all on the same ice (Russian against the Germans - Hah!!), Valka Gosha front tooth knocked out, because Olenka of course, with good reason - she still ran after the engineer with Obukhov plant, but on friendship and ended. If Vater and mama not splurged on a gold Fix, hell he got in the MDB - taking only those who had no physical defect.
Parents are now experiencing, I suppose that Fix bought, then get used to that son jumping from an airplane as a child with a barn. Vater and said, "would serve you, George, in the infantry, and us with Mutter was calmer." Right now! Sitting in a trench under the guidance of a drunken captain or lieutenant (see, know), pissed at the whole world for his career has not developed? And you people in the MDB and its officer guy that jumped together and eat together and sleep, often sheltered a cape.
Finally dreamed big eyes astonished face Dashka-niece: "And how are you, Uncle George to jump from heaven? Oh really not scared?"
Scary.
August 15, 1934. Forest. Morning.
Woke Goshka, and all the rest, the roar of engines - in the gaps between tree crowns important sailed, stackable outstretched wings, TB-1. Goshka suddenly remembered that British airplanes he saw a couple of times from the date of disembarkation, that says a lot.
Had breakfast with the same canned "soup porridge," the last two banks of tankists emergency ration. When up and recovered, Petrovich stood up suddenly to attention:
- Well, you, this, Georg Adamitch, by commanding. Well I understand.
And so, yes! Goshka stared at Sergeant: No, anything can happen, of course, well, he's not career military, after all. And yet.. Himself Goshka already prepared for a long dispute, which hoped to prove his fitness for the great command was in the enemy's rear small subdivision.
Built. Kids were armed with captured repeating rifles SMLE, shortened, some new models have also been Polycarp Petrovic tank gun, which had four disc store, two of which, however, were laid them on the other tankmens. Goshka, peered silently took one of the shops and took some shots myself cartridges benefit they were the same as that of the SVR – 3x16. Valka sighed enviously - his PPL-30 require very different rounds, and he shot them already done.
- So so fighters - Goshka cleared his throat. - The object of our will get through to her, and of course, on the way, pick up the noise as much as possible, so that the Bobs honey did not seem service.
- And what is more important? - With obvious derision asked Valya.
- Important? - Gosha pretended to think about. - Exit course. But make some noise.
Moved through the woods, to the north.
For a small Greek village they came a couple of hours later.
Forest village separated from a small field and on it, near the very edge, picking ground hoe old mustachioed Pindos, with a wrinkled face tanned subsidiaries. Seeing armed men, he dropped his hoe, and stood motionless, doom hanging heavy peasant hands at your sides.
- Hundred Horio Eyni poo? - Difficulty remembering the words of the military phrase, asked him Goshka.
The farmer obviously surprised.
- Ruski? - He asked instead of answering (although local already could learn to distinguish the Russian uniforms from the English). Then he gave a completely incomprehensible sentence.
- Let me talk to him, - having crawled forward golden head Vasek mechanic-driver. - I can get.
- What are you, you know Greek? Where? - Surprised Goshka, staring in disbelief at the Ryazan typical snub-nosed face.
- Our Dad taught me, in even then village, - said Vasek.
- Pop what?
- Yeah, he's a well-educated, the Academy had finished, and then it was sent to us it. For policy - added kid proudly.
- Well, then talk to him - hesitantly (something seemed wrong) allowed Goshka.
Vasek babbling briskly, turning to the farmer. He blinked, clearly not understanding, and to Goshka finally realized: pop-politician Vasya taught ancient Greek, whose current pindos’ not obliged to know.
The farmer suddenly spoke a different language, which occasionally slipped familiar words. Bulgarian?
- British? - Goshka asked in Russian, - Dieu zoldaten? There are British in the village? There?
The farmer is clearly understood, and shook his head.
- Well, well, lead - Goshka again waved his hand toward the village, but the Greek (or Bulgarian yet?) Remains in place, muttering and nodding fervently.
Shooting began when they went exactly half way to the nearest houses, so run back to the forest had headlong. Looking back on the run, Goshka had noticed crumbling chain Bobs, fifteen pieces, not less. Bloody peasant fell into the furrow - whether catching a stray bullet, whether correctly realizing that the Russian will to it is now much less forgiving.
Kids, first run to the trees, opened for them and hurried fire is good though not touched stragglers. Raced past them, Goshka hastily shouted:
- Not here! Then there is a place!
Had is granted by, so much so that the trees flashed as lampposts at a trip to Petrograd the elevated railway. Petrovich fell behind though, but not much.
Suitable place Goshka noticed just in case another approach - flat meadow, Yum, and on the other hand, by the road, a few felled, apparently a recent storm, trees. Behind them, and took refuge, breath, waiting persecutors and those were not slow to appear.
The British, of course, not snooping into the clearing at once, and looked around at first, and only then came out from behind the trees, on the move again lining up the chain. Goshka carefully counted them - only thirteen, and only then ordered to open fire, itself, however, began shooting not immediately, but at first glance, the behavior of the tankermens.
Vasek shot pretty well, but Petya clearly underestimate the sight of what will have to tell him, but not before.
Goshka aimed lanky British sergeant, and nearly screamed in frustration: rifle cheerfully spit almost the whole clip one turn before he could let go of the trigger. Everything was clear - some folk craftsman (handles his playful tear) remade "sliver" under automatic fire, depriving it of its natural ability to shoot single. And it is clear now why the headless Pindos not find spare magazines - managed to shoot everything bastard.
Abruptly barked PTT by Petrovich, and Bobs lay down, which gave time to fill Goshka store new batch of cartridges, one naturally. Looking closer, noticed ruffling the grass (someone apparently cheated bolt action rifle) and has carefully produced there sparingly in three rounds, all. Swarming ceased.
Five minutes later, the English raised himself again; all of the remaining nine, and Sergeant perceptible among them was not. Moved cautiously, constantly ducking and not in vain - because out of a lone tree Valka in lay down with his "Lahti".
That beans passed Valka, who flew over the grass, as if thrown by a spring, the move slashed him in the back long, from the hip, queue and immediately fell back. Bobs enough. Without saying a word, all six, ran off without looking back. Fired after them, but to no avail - only at most one of the trees swayed but did not fall, but kept running. British return obviously not going.
- Seem all.
After waiting a bit, Goshka with Valya looked at each other and, hinges, went to the place where they were supposed to stay dead, or even not really, Bobs.
Got back on track in the scabbard hiding Finnish knifes. Kids seems to have understood nothing, and Petrovich hastily looked away.
We found a couple of dead British double sandwiches with meat and pickles wrapped in wax paper, and Sergeant flask with some cloudy, probably local, swill. Sandwiches decided to leave for dinner, to the same flask in turn slightly attached (only refused Vasek).
Goshka nod withdrew Valya aside:
- One sergeant in German spricht bit.
- That's what I see you with him for a long time... So what?
- And that! They are from the airfield team is there to close the airfield, in the woods. Do you hear?
- Not yet - it was full of Bobs, perhaps, but five of us, but three little fit.
- Come on, great guys, already shelled and small airfield was only a dozen fighters, but now only three remain. And the fighters they just thirty bayonets.
- We have enough.
- Hey, this is the mechanics, but other riffraff, what do you think we would infantry banished so easily? Right now! That they would have us...
- Though I Durkin, but not a fool. You, Dodger, new insignia earn want - I understand. And I do that? I'll go with you, and shall not be gone, but for the tank crew you have to answer before God.
- And answer.
Petrovich idea of an attack on the airfield to accept modest, but both kids already lit - a successful skirmish with the British failed for them in vain.
- Would the tank is intact, - sighed Petrovich.
The tank is nice, but did not give a thought Goshka rest of rendered in knock out a tank beans bottle with gasoline. Somewhere it is they come from? In what the British, in their rear, walked about with this bottle ready, do not believe at all. Welcome to another with alcohol, but with gasoline?
The airfield was a large clearing surrounded by low shrubs. Eyed Valka found standing under trees airplane, then the tower studded branches, or guard, or what else. The second airplane sat around seven in the evening, the soldiers came running like ants swarmed him and instantly rolled under the trees, not far from the first. After waiting another hour, but the third fighter somewhere disappeared and seems to meet.
- And what do we do, Your Excellency, Mr. Lance Corporal? - Asked Valka (he had not looked at the airfield, and was lying on his back, biting wading blade of grass).
- Airplanes burn, what else? Tankmens, through the forest suit, fire to distract the attention, but meanwhile we...
- Matches lit again? Perhal, he lights up badly, and the pomegranate, we have only one.
- Percale - mechanically straightened Goshka. - There's gas tank is, of course, but where to find it?
Bottles with gasoline needed, and he finally realized where they can be.
- Come on, - said he crawled back.
- Where to?
- To the tank.
Near the burnt "Varka" nothing seems changed, although Petrovich inspecting tank dissatisfied pursed his lips and said that disappeared entrenching tools, and, consequently, some of the local had already visited here. The bodies of the slain, however, remained in their places, plastered with clouds of flies.
Goshka immediately reached into the bushes where he had to jump out calculations Bobs, nothing, nothing, and suddenly - "Hy-shit!" (In the words of a visiting magician, speaking in the rural People's House) - a box full of bottles with long paper tube. His Bobs and dragged to the front until they met a lost Russian tank. And where was dragged too clear - from the very small airfield where gasoline even drown.
That's all, folks. All that is necessary.
August 16, 1934. British airfield. Night.
Southern night is dark, but the starlight was enough for the experienced eye. Goshka finally found the time, he stood motionless, just between the two fighters. Napping or not? And is there a second?
Goshka began to regret that let Valya with tank crews - together would be much handier. He looked at the little phosphorescent dial - 12.20 - the guys have to start in ten minutes, hours with Valka reconciled accurately and hours at which time he will have time to accurately pin.
He quickly crawled to the guard, and, almost immediately, to the side where the tower, the dog yelped and immediately burst into furious barking. Goshka to covered cold sweat, but the shots, and then burst, cracked in the same place, and muddler hour rushed around the airplane in the same direction, leaving the post, so I had to spend an extra second to hide the knife already unnecessary. Goshka rushed to the airplane, lit the wick of paper and threw the bottle in the cab, and followed her to the reliability of the grenade.
Stooping, he ran to the second fighter to it was fifteen fathoms, when behind flashed returning sentry cried hysterically, "Alarm!" And someone else ran after him, shooting on the move, so there was no time to set fire to a second bottle somewhere out there, the tower began to relish burst grenades and machine gun by Petrovic silent and Gosha a somersault rushed back into the saving and thickets, already there, something hot hit him in the back, finally kicked the spirit and settle the mind.
Shoot, it seems from all sides and, judging by a passing quite close tracers it is for him. It was very painful, but still this Durkin, pulling him by the armpits - he did not understand, you bastard, that makes it worse?
- Well, are you a heavy creature, Dodger. But I'll still drag - Valka muttered. - Does not leave... And do not think you're the one for me once again... should not...
Pausing in mid-sentence, Valka dropped Goshka and lay there, staring blindly into his eyes. Goshka, awkwardly tossing tried to pull out of the holster, but could not - fingers completely stopped listening. Someone's huge figure obscured the light.
- Here Your Nobleness, ours skydivers. One still alive.
Head bent over Goshka people crowned peaked helmet-bogatyrkas.
Unthers insignias for shattered enemy airfield Goshka handed together with the soldiers "George" - he, however, got all the surviving paratroopers. All forty-two.